Chapter 560

"I truly never imagined you'd come to see me." Beside the altar of a temple that was magnificent and grand, yet lacked the weight accumulated by a long history, a burly man with a lion's head and human body looked at Renard and smiled. "I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime, my brother."

"Actually, I never wanted to see you again. But something major has happened, and I'm worried it might drag you in, so I had to come." Renard said expressionlessly, "Do you know of the organization called 'Isis'? Someone you absolutely cannot afford to provoke is going to deal with them. If you have any connection to them, you'd better cut it off immediately."

The lion-headed man froze, then frowned. "Who is it? Could it be that lunatic Jormungandr?"

"Who it is isn't important. What matters is whether you have anything to do with them."

The burly man fell silent for a while before saying, "I won't lie to you. Among the gods behind Isis, there is indeed one me."

"Then get yourself out of it, now!"

"...I can't. This organization has too many ties involved. Without a suitable reason, I can't bring myself to say it."

"At a time like this, you're still clinging to your pride!" Renard flared up. "Do you want to fall again? Being resurrected after falling isn't the sort of good fortune that comes again and again!"

The burly man sighed. "Some things must still be done, no matter how dangerous they are. Unless you can give me a sufficient reason, I can't convince myself."

Renard was silent for a long time before finally shaking his head.

"I can't tell you." He sighed. "Then I can only use another method."

As he spoke, the simple cloth clothes he had